RBCT Chapter 2 School Beauty
Chapter 2 School Beauty
Lin Fan's steps were almost unsteady as he returned home.
After leaving Zhao Xiaoyue's villa, he was in a daze, his mind filled with the scene from earlier—his martial spirit had opened its eyes.
Three years.
For three years, the sleeping woman hung behind him like an ice sculpture, and no matter what he tried, he could not wake her up in the slightest.
And now, she's awake.
Although it was only for a moment, and he only opened his eyes to look at him before closing them again, Lin Fan clearly felt the change at that moment.
It felt like something inside his body had been activated.
When I got home, the living room light was still on.
The father, Lin Jianguo, was sitting on the sofa watching the news, while the mother, Zhou Lan, was tidying up the dishes in the kitchen. She peeked out when she heard the door open.
"You're back? Have you eaten? There's some food left for you in the kitchen."
"I've already eaten. I ate at the banquet." Lin Fan changed into slippers.
"Zhao Xiaoyue's birthday party?" Zhou Lan wiped her hands and came out. "She's from a well-to-do family. Are you sure you'll prepare a suitable gift for her party?"
"A book."
"Just one book?" Zhou Lan frowned. "You child, you only give someone a book for their birthday?"
"Mom, she likes to read."
"Alright, alright." Lin Jianguo put down the remote control. "The Zhao family has everything they need, what do they need from you? The thought is what counts."
Lin Fan smiled but didn't say anything more.
He quickly finished washing up, said goodnight to his parents, and went into his room.
Close the door and lock it.
Then he sat down at his desk and took several deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
The martial spirit opened its eyes.
What does this really mean?
he does not know.
But he had to verify it.
Lin Fan's gaze fell on the stack of books on the corner of the table.
Those were his martial arts textbooks, each one as brand new as if it had just been bought from a bookstore. It wasn't that he cherished the books, but rather that he simply couldn't understand them and was too lazy to even flip through them.
He pulled out the top book.
Advanced Martial Arts Fist Techniques - Returning Mountain Fist.
Returning Mountain Fist, a high-grade Yellow-level martial art, is one of the compulsory fist techniques for the senior year martial arts program at Jiangcheng No.1 High School.
This set of boxing techniques has three levels.
The first level is characterized by a powerful, wave-like punch. Once mastered, a single punch can deliver three layers of combined force.
The second level is characterized by a fist strike as powerful as a mountain, where the force of the punch can create a suffocating feeling of being crushed by a mountain.
The third level, Ninefold Return to the Mountain, unleashes a punch with nine layers of combined force, its power comparable to a Xuan-level martial art.
However, correspondingly, this set of boxing techniques is also extremely difficult.
In the entire senior year of Jiangcheng No.1 High School, only three students have mastered the Returning Mountain Fist to the second level.
Not a single one has reached the third level.
As for Lin Fan... he couldn't even do the basic movements of the first level.
It's not that he doesn't try.
He had tried countless times, but he couldn't understand a single word of the descriptions in the book about the circulation of qi and blood, the techniques for layering force, or the methods for condensing fist power.
It was as if an invisible wall was blocking his way, preventing him from even having the right to peek.
Martial arts teacher Zhang Heng once said in front of the whole class: "Some students, instead of wasting time on martial arts, might as well switch to humanities as soon as possible, which can be considered as leaving themselves a way out."
He didn't name names, but everyone knew who he was talking about.
Lin Fan snapped out of his thoughts and turned to the first page of "Returning Mountain Fist".
The yellowed pages are covered with dense text and meridian diagrams; the first layer, the basic section, alone has more than twenty pages.
He used to read these things like they were gibberish; he recognized each word individually, but when put together, he had no idea what they were saying.
But now—
His gaze fell on the first line of text.
"The Returning Mountain Fist takes the momentum of a great wave returning to the mountain. The power originates from the feet, flows through the waist, and reaches the fist, layer upon layer, like waves crashing against rocks, with the rear force pushing the front force."
boom.
These words exploded in Lin Fan's mind.
It wasn't the kind of bewildered confusion, but rather an indescribable sense of clarity.
He felt as if he were looking at a painting rather than reading words.
A picture of the circulation of Qi and blood.
Every word automatically transformed into specific actions in his mind, and every sentence made him clearly feel how the power should rise from the soles of his feet, how to accumulate power in his waist, and how to explode at the point of his fist.
He turned the page.
Another page has been turned.
Page after page.
Lin Fan was completely absorbed in it.
Everything around him disappeared, leaving only the sound of him turning the pages of a book in the room.
He wasn't even aware of how fast he was flipping through the book.
He finished reading the first layer, which had more than twenty pages, in less than ten minutes.
The second layer, over thirty pages, takes fifteen minutes.
The third layer, over forty pages, took twenty minutes.
When Lin Fan finished turning the last page and closed the book, the clock on the wall had just struck twelve.
He watched it for almost an hour.
The entire book.
From beginning to end.
I understood every single word.
Every route of blood and qi circulation was clearly etched into his mind.
Lin Fan sat in the chair, his hand holding the book trembling slightly.
"I... I understand?"
His voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't completely emerged from that mystical state.
He used to not even understand the first page of the first floor.
But now, in his eyes, the entire book "Returning Mountain Fist" is like being disassembled into its most basic parts, with every detail crystal clear.
It is a martial spirit.
It was the woman who opened her eyes.
Her awakening changed his talent.
But simply understanding it isn't enough.
Martial arts are not just theoretical; understanding them doesn't mean you can master them.
I have to give it a try.
Lin Fan suddenly stood up, pushed open the door, and walked out.
In the living room, Lin Jianguo and Zhou Lan were still watching TV.
"Where are you going so late?" Zhou Lan asked.
"I'm going to buy something." Lin Fan went downstairs without looking back.
"This child is so impulsive," Zhou Lan muttered.
Lin Jianguo stared at the doorway where his son had disappeared, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say anything.
……
There were also some people taking a walk in the neighborhood.
Lin Fan bypassed the main road and found a vacant lot in a corner of the residential area. Several old locust trees grew there, and the streetlights were mostly blocked by their canopies, so few people usually came here.
He stopped there and took a deep breath.
Close your eyes.
In my mind, the contents of "Returning Mountain Fist" flipped through page after page.
The first level, the fist force is like a wave.
The starting stance involves stepping back half a step with the right foot, lowering the center of gravity, slightly rotating the waist and hips, and generating power from the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of the foot, which rises along the spine, passes the shoulder blade, reaches the arm, and finally reaches the fist.
Then--
Throw a punch.
Lin Fan's eyes snapped open.
Pushing off the ground with his right foot, twisting his waist and hips, his right fist bursts out through the air.
boom!
A muffled thud exploded in the air.
Lin Fan threw a punch, but...
Bang bang bang!
He began to practice.
He performed the twelve moves of the first level one after another.
There was no awkwardness.
There was no pause.
The transitions between each movement were fluid and seamless, the transfer of force was smooth and natural, the wind from the punches whistled and tore through the air, and the leaves of the locust tree rustled.
After completing the twelve movements, Lin Fan put down his fist and stood up.
His breathing was slightly rapid, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
The level of proficiency.
He actually performed all twelve movements of the first level of the Returning Mountain Fist in one go, and not at the stumbling beginner level, but at a true level of proficiency.
He used to not even be able to do the first stance correctly.
Now, after reading the book only once, he has mastered the first level.
The range of talent is... too vast.
It was so big that he could hardly believe it.
"Let's do it one more time."
Lin Fan suppressed his excitement and resumed his starting stance.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
He practiced faster and smoother, and became more and more proficient with each practice session.
The boxing technique had been completely etched into his muscle memory. Every punch he threw carried an indomitable momentum, and the force of his punches created visible ripples in the air.
At the same time, the blood and qi in his body began to boil.
The first realm of martial arts is the Body Refinement Realm.
Body refinement involves practicing boxing and martial arts to mobilize the body's Qi and blood, using Qi and blood to cleanse the muscles and bones and temper the body.
The more proficient one becomes in boxing, the more powerful one's qi and blood become, and the more efficient one's physical training becomes.
As your physique improves, your strength will naturally increase as well.
Lin Fan could clearly feel that as he repeatedly practiced the Returning Mountain Fist, the blood and qi in his body seemed to be ignited, surging hotly and washing over his tendons, muscles, and meridians.
The power is growing.
It's not an illusion; it's real growth.
After practicing about twenty times, he stopped to get a feel for it.
My strength... has increased by about thirty or forty pounds.
Lin Fan's breathing suddenly became heavy.
Thirty or forty pounds.
He's only been practicing for less than an hour!
In the past, he would train hard for a month and it would be considered good if he could gain ten pounds of strength.
Now, one hour is equivalent to three or four months in the past.
Is this the change brought about by the improvement of talent?
No, it's not just about improved talent.
The woman who opened her eyes, her awakening was not simply about making Lin Fan smarter.
Lin Fan didn't have time to think it through; he only had one thought in mind—
Keep practicing.
He needs to know where his limits are.
As for his goals, his requirements are not high.
500 pounds.
If he can weigh over 500 jin (250 catties), he will be able to get into Wuhan University of Science and Technology.
He will then... no longer be a useless person.
Throw a punch.
Throw a punch.
Throw a punch.
Lin Fan kept swinging his fists tirelessly.
Sweat soaked through his clothes, dripping down his chin and leaving dark marks on the cement floor.
His arms began to ache, and his back began to throb, but he didn't stop.
Because he could feel that with each additional punch, the blood and qi in his body would boil more violently, and his strength would increase at a speed he could perceive.
This feeling is wonderful.
It was something he had never experienced in the past three years.
It's like someone who has been walking in the desert for three days and three nights and suddenly sees an oasis.
How could he bear to stop?
"Lin Fan!"
"Lin Fan! Where are you?"
The anxious shouts of parents could be heard in the distance.
Lin Fan abruptly pulled back his fist, only then noticing that the surroundings were completely dark, the streetlights in the neighborhood were on, and a few lights were shining from the windows of a few buildings in the distance.
He took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at it.
12 points.
He practiced here for almost an hour and a half.
Lin Fan hurriedly ran out of the open space and bumped into Zhou Lan, who was looking for him everywhere with a flashlight.
"mom."
"You silly child!" Zhou Lan saw him, first letting out a sigh of relief, then launching into a tirade, "You said you were going shopping, where did you go? Your dad and I have been looking for you in the neighborhood for almost half an hour!"
Lin Jianguo also walked over quickly, frowning as he glanced at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was covered in sweat, his clothes were so wet it looked like he had been pulled out of the water, and his hair was stuck to his forehead in clumps.
"Where have you been?"
"Training," Lin Fan answered honestly.
"Training in the middle of the night?" Zhou Lan raised her hand to pinch his ear.
Lin Fan tried to dodge, but not completely, and his ear was twisted.
pain.
But he had a smile on his face.
"Mom, I really am exercising."
Zhou Lan stared blankly at the smile on her son's face.
She hadn't seen that smile on her son's face in a long time.
It wasn't a polite, perfunctory smile, but a genuine, heartfelt joy that couldn't be hidden.
She let go of his hand, her tone softening: "Alright, alright, hurry back, take a shower and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow."
"Um."
Lin Fan followed his parents upstairs.
When he got home, he took a shower and lay down on the bed.
His body was very tired, and his arms and back were aching slightly, but his mind was unusually clear.
Tonight's gains were immense.
The first level of Returning Mountain Fist: Proficiency.
His strength has increased... He estimated it to be around fifty pounds.
In other words, his current strength should be close to 400 jin (200 catties).
And this was only the result of an hour and a half.
There is one month left until the college entrance examination.
With his current rate of improvement, gaining 500 pounds in a month is no problem at all.
Even... 1000 jin (500 catties) is not out of the question.
Lin Fan turned over, looked at the ceiling, and slowly a smile appeared on his lips.
tomorrow.
I'll go to the school's force testing room tomorrow to have it done.
He wanted to see for himself just how much power he had.